Post by Gemini Battle on Nov 12, 2015 20:44:04 GMT -5
Slam
11-8-15
Gemini leaves the ring in a fury after the outcome of the match. Three weeks in a row he’s had no contest matches were leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth. And every time it involved unwelcome participation by Beach Krew. Those pieces of poopoocaca were ruining the WCF.
Hank Brown
Mr. Battle, may I have a word?
The spelunker looking mother fucker came at him like a ball of thunder on an otherwise clear day. It was unwelcome and surprising to say the least, and he hated the sight and sound of it.
Gemini
WHAT?
It reminded him of a song he wrote in high school. They were in music theory class and they would hassle a kid by calling his name… ‘Leo…Leo…LEO!!!!’ until he ultimately and always gave the appropriate response of… “WHHHHAAAAATTTT?!” Memories of Grayson Peirce as a child were stronger and stronger every day. That HAD to be a good sign.
He had already begun talking, as usual his own thoughts blocked out the actual sounds going on around the world. That COULDN’T be a good sign. But he did hear one part, the part that made him snap out of the mind of Grayson and into the mind of Gemini.
Hank Brown
…Pisces Battle…Atlantis Championship…
Gemini
I’m going to fucking kill you, Hank.
Hank Brown
Ex…excuse me?
He never feared Gemini before, he usually found him comical, even at his most evil, yet this tone in his voice would shake even the mightiest of men, a category of which Hank Brown does not fall into. Grayson felt it too. He felt that hate and that rage that fueled him for so long. He knew that it wasn’t meant to be and his momentary lapse of colors other than crimson in his yes passed as he was able to retain focus. Don’t get me wrong, the anger and rage was still there, but the ability to control it without potentially murdering a member of the WCF Staff was gone for the moment.
Gemini
If you use that name on me again… if you even THINK that I’m going to abide by these rules then you’ve done more drugs than all of BeachKrew combined. You think that you can come here and call me that name and call this title that name and get out of here without even a mark on you. You think that I’m going to stand by and watch you and the rest of the BeachKrew mother fuckers take this company down brick by brick and piece by mother fucking piece. You’ve got another fucking thing coming mother fucker. I’ll fucking tear this place down from the inside out. I’ll fucking burn this place down before I let them ruin it. I’m going to prove to everyone that not only am I the #GreatestUSChampEver, but the greatest champion of any kind ever.
Hank Brown
I…I just wanted to let you know that I wouldn’t dare call you Pisces Battle or refer to your title as the Atlantis Championship. I hate what’s going on here too, I wouldn’t dare insult you, Mr. Battle.
Gemini simply walked away.
Gemini Battle loved that BeachKrew was doing what they were doing…
Grayson…obviously… FUCKING HATED IT!
After Slam
11-8-15
He rarely does this but it’s the internet age, and it’s time to get with the times. Grayson Pierce was always up with the newest technology while Gemini Battle remained saddled in antiquated pieces of machinery to fit his gimmick. If he was truly going to take control of his identity this was a step in the right direction. He tweeted out that he was going to periscope to his followers and then he ran the live streaming app. He saw the number rise to the thousands of followers as he turned it on.
Livewire
Ugh. You fucking kidding me?
So here’s the deal, folks. Bear with me here and see if you can see the repercussions of tonight’s show.
First I retained my US Title, YES US TITLE, not fucking Atlantis Championship like the bitches over at BeachKrew like to call it. I have respect for this title that it took me over a year to earn. I wasn’t handed the title like Wade Moor when he took advantage of an injured Jay Omega and got his belt that he’s made a mockery of thus far.
Then it went downhill from there.
Dustin Beaver wins the Television Title.
Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp win the Tag Titles.
Now only The People’s Choice and I have titles outside of BeachKrew, and if they could lose their tag titles so easily who’s to say that they can hold onto those Trio’s Titles too?
So let’s take them out of the equation for the time being, that leaves me as the sole member of the roster not in BeachKrew to hold a major title in the WCF. I say ‘Major’ because, let’s face it, The Hardcore Title and the Cruiserweight title can hardly be called ‘Major’ considering the hands that they’re in, and the way they’ve been treated lately.
Comment-Trailblazer5902 says
Where the fuck is Torture and Jay Price anyway?
Livewire
I don’t care. What I do care about is the state of the fed.
He watched as the comments scrolled down the page. He ignored most of them, deciding only to answer them when he felt the time right. Now was not that time.
Livewire
It’s amazing what War can do to a man, isn’t it? Remember 3 months ago, I was the trios champ, I was on top of the world, or so I thought, but no one respected me, and everyone thought I was a joke. The locker room didn’t see me as a credible threat. Then I eliminated 6 of them from War. Then they saw I was serious, and when I pinned Billy and David Sanchez just peaced out of our match they KNEW I was serious, and when I went on a rant about being the #GreatestUSChampEver everyone couldn’t doubt that I was a threat.
He watched as numerous #GreatestUSChampEver hashtags flew across the screen. Pride
Livewire
That’s fucking right. So I vow to all of you loyal fans that I will do my best to ensure that the belt is defended with honor and dignity. I will do my best to make sure that #BeachKrew don’t get their filthy hands on MY title.
Comment- BKEnthusiast69getit says
Fuck you Pisces, Beach Krew Rules!
Livewire
It’s the cool thing to say that Beach Krew rules. They are dominating the WCF right now, it can’t be denied, and their numbers simply keep growing. It reminds of another group in the past that started as 3 radical thinkers with good heads on their shoulders and a wild amount of talent and how they oversaturated themselves with crap, and what happened then? That group got too big and suffered what every dominant stable ultimately suffers, they failed and they never were able to recapture the former glory days.
The same will happen with BeachKrew. Just give it time. They’re too hostile personalities and they cannot coexist as one regardless of what they say. They’re a group of low lives with nothing better to do than make lives a living hell for those of us who put their heart, and their soul into their business while they put their nose to the mirrors and come up screaming.
It started off by recruiting Kyle Kemp, then Gravedigger, Rico Rojas came and went, Johnny Rabid and now even Oblivion seems to have lost his mind even more and joined the even darker side. He was supposed to be a demented lunatic with the urge to kill, but now he’s just a pussy ass follower with no desire to do anything but be a bitch.
I should have seen that when it came to his role in the AoD anyway. Denise was the brains and the brawn, Oblivion literally was used for comic effect and to move heavy things. They all were usuelss, but Oblivion, you’re the worst. I’m sure you’re not listening to this right now, but I wish you were. I wish I could see IT’s name scroll on the comment bar below and try to argue with what I’m saying, because we all know that he would just bitch and moan about nonsense until the wheels came out and all he was left with was his mask on a stick while he made out with it with whatever hideous creature lay beneath.
I don’t want to go to XIII to fight a bitch in a cage, I wanted to go there to fight a monster. I wanted to go there to cement my legacy as #GreatestUSChampEver, but now I’m going to go there and have a shit show of a match where I come out victorious and people merely say ‘oh look, Gemini beat another fucking jobber, what fun.”
I don’t want Jobber Oblivion who’s only task is to lose to everyone he steps into the ring with. I want the Oblivion who steals and rapes babies, I want the oblivion who fucks a duck and makes people eat it. I want the Oblivion that used to be world champion, back when it meant something, not like it does now. Right now you’re a useless nothing, Oblivion, and it will be a pleasure to dispose of you once and for all, if not just to cement my legacy but also to put those beach bitches on notice, that I won’t go away without a fight. I will not bow down to your authority, I will fight against it, I will rise up like a phoenix from the ashes and there’s NOTHING you can do about it.
He smiles at the screen as he looks at the comments scrolling by. One catches his eye.
Comment- DiamondInTheRough says:
#GreatestWorldChampEver
And the hashtags of the same fly by after.
Livewire
Don’t think I didn’t hear my name out there when Wade Moor made his ridiculous proclamation. I know what the crowd wants, but winning that title from Wade Moor would be meaningless. It would mean absolutely nothing. All it would mean is that I beat a man who didn’t earn the title and I would simply be the man who beat a nothing to get what amounts to a nothing title. They say the man makes the title, wel if a piece of shit holds the belt, what does that make the title.
I’ll say it right here right now, I don’t want that fucking belt, I’ll fight Wade Moor every day of the fucking week, and Ill whip his ass up and down that ring, take him to the street and curb stomp his fucking teeth in and repeat that process every day for the rest of my fucking life… but I don’t want to take that title from him. He is nothing, and right now that title means nothing.
You know what title means something. The US Championship Belt. That’s what it’s all about and this week at XIII, even though Corey Black can’t officially have the belt on the line, between you and me, It’s on the line. It’s ALWAYS on the line. If somehow Oblivion can beat me, if I somehow get caught on the wrong side of the cage, then I’ll succumb to the world and hand my title over gracefully, but I assure you that that title will not leave my hands nor will it ever adorn another waist other than mine. I am the #GreatestUSChampEver for a reason, and at XIII I’m going to prove it to you!
The Other Side
While listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers Grayson Pierce felt more and more like himself.
Gemini
That’s exactly what I want him to think.
He felt at ease with his personality. He was getting frustrated, not angry.
Gemini
Wrath masked as tension… the perfect combination.
He knew that he would be able to control himself. He knew that Grayson would win out in the end.
Gemini
Yea, fucking right!
But he needed to get rid of everything that made him Gemini Battle. The only thing that remained of him that gave him memories of his past life was that motorcycle. HE never rode a bike before, other than the occasional dirt bike on the trails behind the school when he was a kid. He knew nothing about them. He joined the DRG to have a group of guys who could see things the same way he did, and even THAT didn’t pan out, but he found commonality in their differences and he wouldn’t trade those friends for any other in the world.
However, the bike had to go. He spoke to Tommy Bates who was running hot as he was desperately trying to get elected senator, to even get 5 minutes to talk to the guy was hard but he seemed to understand to the best of his ability Grayson’s situation and he appreciated the call.
Also, in the manner of Grayson Pierce, this had to be as extravagant spectacle as he could imagine. So he decided to have a biking funeral. You’ve heard of a Viking funeral, when you put a fallen brother on a ship, put it on fire and then said it out to sea… well this is the same concept. He wanted to do the same thing when Bryan Payne was murdered during the Trio’s tournament but his idea was shut down. So he felt it had to happen here.
Gemini
A little bit of Battle in something is always a good sign.
This was going to be a little more difficult; he was going to have to be a bit frivolous, so he went to a shady car dealer, went to the back and bought a car that was probably stolen. It was a piece of shit Chevy something or other. He cinched up the bike to the back and drove to a dessert. HE doused the bike in gasoline and then lit it on fire. He put a brick on the gas of the car, put it in drive and watched it fade off into the horizon, the flaming vehicle getting smaller and smaller until it was a blip of light in the distance.
Gemini was now gone forever.
Gemini
Yea, right.
The Monster Within
Livewire
Oblivion: The state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.
Sounds about right.
Ethereal Pause
Livewire
On June 18th, 1947 on a Pan Am Flight from Calcutta to New York an engine stopped working. This caused another engine to overheat and that in turn started a fire. The plane was in a panic, and while the pilot attempted to land the plane the 25 year old co-pilot took off his seatbelt and went to the main cabin to help with the passengers. He sat next to a young woman who was alone, and crying.
He told her it was going to be okay.
Gemini
It’s going to be OK.
Livewire
He told her this as he watched the engine continue to burn.
Gemini
It’s going to be OK.
Livewire
He told her this as he watched it fall from the wing.
Gemini
It’s going to be OK.
Livewire
He told her this as fuel lines became exposed, fire overtook the craft and the plane pitched downward.
Gemini
It’s going to be OK.
Livewire
He told her this knowing that every single person on the plane was going to die.
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The plane hit hard, crashing into the Syrian dessert. 14 people died instantly, two crew members survived including the co-pilot. And with a pair of broken ribs he went BACK into the burning plane, pulling survivors from the wreckage. Eventually the wind turned and Fire overtook the aircraft.
And so they waited.
Morning finally arrived, but rescue did not. The co-pilot took charge and formed two parties. The first party went in one direction and he led the second party to another.
And they walked.
Until they found a village… WITH A RADIO! He called for help and all the survivors were rescued.
That’s a nice story isn’t it? That’s the story of Gene Roddenberry, some of you may better know him as the creator of Star Trek. He took a shitty experience and found the best in it, he kept the faith and he carried on. I tell this story for a very specific reason.
I tell it to you, Oblivion. I tell it because this week at XIII there is no escape. You’re entering a cell with a man who wants to hurt you and hurt you bad. You’re entering the cell and the only way you’re leaving the cell is inches from death. That is the premise of XIII and that is the premise of my shoot right now.
Because when it’s all said and done I don’t want you to lose all faith in humanity. I don’t want you to act like it’s all gone, and nothing is worthwhile anymore. You will still be able to do great things afterwards. Maybe you can write a tell all about your time in the WCF, somebody would have to find that interesting. Or maybe you could make a collage of all the people you murdered and give it to the victim’s families, they probably would like to see their loved ones in their final moments.
Whatever you decide to do know that I’ll support you 100%. Know that no matter what I’ll be here for you. Because I’m the United States Champion… and not only that, I’m the #GreatestUSChampEver. I’m going to do what America does best. I’m going to do what America did to the Japanese when they dropped the A Bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I’m going to do what America did to Germany after they completely decimated them.
I’m going to destroy you, Oblivion. I’m going to make you wish you’ve never been born…even more than you already wish that… but then I’m going to help you rebuild, because as violent and as dominant as I can be, there’s still a soul inside of me that wants the best for everybody. That includes you.
Even though I feel joining Beachkrew was a bitch move, I respect your decision to go with what is happening at the moment and try to better yourself. It’s really not a bad idea, but it shows a lack of confidence in yourself. It shows that you didn’t believe that you could change he fed by yourself so instead you went with the flow. You never struck me as the type of guy to just go with the flow. You struck me more as the guy who would murder a man just because it’s a day with a T in it.
When I joined I watched as you dominated victim after victim. Then I watched your slow decent into…dare I say it… Oblivion. You’ve become this fucking pussy ass bitch who can’t buy a win, and a man who doesn’t deserve to be a former world champion. You’re like that guy in another fed who won the Main Title, headlined the main event and is now jobbing to people on a weekly basis because he’s really just not that good… what’s his name again… he was miz-erable.
Anyway.
As much as I can say that I want the Oblivion who used to destroy worlds, I know that I’m going to only get the Oblivion that jobs to assholes. But I assure you that when you get me you get the very best of me every single time. There’s no way on God’s Green Earth that I’m going to step into the ring with you and act like you’re just a jobber, I’m going to go in there and treat you like you’re the Oblivion of old. The eater of worlds, the killer of men, and the man that God himself fears!
And I’m going to toss you around the ring and prove that you are no monster, you are a mere man, and you will get your just desserts for the atrocities that you’ve put people through, but most of all, let’s pretend that I don’t care about other people, because sometimes I tend to worry about what others think too much.
I’m fucking empathetic, sue me!
The most important reason I wanted to face you in this structure was because I wanted to repay you for the hell you and your cohorts put me through these past few months. The AoD systematically implanted thoughts of denial into the heads of Doug Murdock and Thomas Bates forcing them both to take leaves of absences and when they were gone they put their focus towards me, and tried to make my life a living hell.
Well, you know what. I’m still standing, and where is Denise now?
I want to get you in that cell and get revenge for what you tried to do to me, and to show you how it’s done, because when the bell rings and the lights go down and shine on that ring I become a different man.
Gemini
I become a raging beast with a lust for wrath that cannot be satiated. I become more than a man, I become a god of the arena. I become the very thing you used to be, Oblivion. I won’t just beat you I will beat the shit out of you. I will make you pay for what you’ve done and give thanks while I do it.
Oh, no, my Oblivion, death would be too peaceful of an end for you. Suffer, torment and peril. That is your penance and a lifetime of purgatory. You will feel my wrath this week my sweet oblivion. Oh yes. The time will come and no better place than XIII to make that happen, where destruction is not only accepted, but promoted.
Livewire
Obi, there’s gonna be trouble in paradise as I hit you with some High Voltage.
Gemini
BITCH!
